“Please, take the straps off my legs”, she pleaded but he wasn’t listening. “ Every day.” she sighed. “Let me up. Damn You. I need to go to the bathroom.” She slapped at nothing but then her wrist stung punishing her for even trying. Her eyes began to water. “Oh, no, I have to move.” Determined, she bolted up and bent over in pain. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. Rocks, sand, debris all over the floor.
Then he walked in smelling of soap and lavender shaving cream.
“Morning Hon. How’s the arthritis today?”
“Oh just fine.” she lied.
Then he walked in smelling of soap and lavender shaving cream.
“Morning Hon. How’s the arthritis today?”
“Oh just fine.” she lied.
